Struggles of Perfection

     Perfection isn't demanded of me, but I demand it of myself. When I fail, I get mad at myself for not doing better, for not getting it right. I don't know what it is, but I guess I feel the need to be perfect. Which is stupid really, because there is no one on earth who is perfect. The only one who is perfect is God. I'm so incredibly thankful that God doesn't demand perfection of me, because I fall short all too often. What brought this up? I didn't finish to well in one of my classes this semester. It's going to effect my GPA, and I'm afraid of that. I feel so stupid, and I wish I had done things differently. I wish I had been better. Thus concludes the end of my sophomore year of college. I know that next semester is a new semester, and it will be a fresh start. I just gotta learn from these mistakes. I'm bad about not looking back. I let the past hang over my head and haunt me, not on purpose, but I just catch myself doing it. I want to move on, keep my face looking forward. It hurts right now, it really, really hurts. But  I know that all things will work together for good. God has a plan and a purpose and I'm just going to keep moving forward. Summer has finally arrived.